Knox Brotherhood

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I was definitely going to need it.

  “A little early, isn’t it?” Logan said, circling his arms around me.

  “Um, I’ve been flirting with your brother, walking around here with my ass hanging out for the past twenty minutes so…. no. It’s not too early. Dammit, Logan!”

  “That’s Jordan, Jordan this is Brooklyn,” Logan made introductions. Jordan grinned widely, shaking his head.

  “Normally, I would not meet my – um Logan’s family dressed like this.” I was blushing, the warmth flooded to my face.

  “I’ve met a lot of Logan’s wearing a lot less. You’re mother Teresa compared to some of the women I’ve seen.” Jordan chuckled, stopping when Logan sent him a glare.

  “Any other family members you want to tell me about?”

  “Christian’s here too; sloppy fucker came off the plane wasted.” Jordan said, pointing to the spare bedroom. I know it hadn’t been too long since his accident, he shouldn’t be traveling or drinking.

  “He shouldn’t even be fucking drinking right now!” Logan snapped, “He’s our baby brother,” his hands still around my waist.

  A door creaked open, exposing a tall, pale version of Logan with blonde hair. Holy. Oh my God. This was not a man, he was some sort of alien specimen.

  “You pussies have to be so fucking loud, don’t you?” he growled, sliding onto a barstool, his hands going over his face. You could tell he was hungover, or maybe even still a little drunk.

  “Is that even human?” I whispered to Logan, pointing to his little brother. Logan and Jordan laughed.

  “He looks like he came straight out of twilight.” I bet if he walked into the sunlight he would sparkle like Edward Cullen too.

  “Hey, your bitch making anyone else breakfast? That shit smelled good.” Instead of speaking to me, he directed his attention to Logan. I’d known him for maybe three minutes, and I already didn’t like him.

  “Christian, this will be your first and last warning. Brooklyn is not my bitch, she’s my girlfriend. If you disrespect her like that again, you won’t be recognizable, brother or not. She is not making your breakfast, make it yourself.” Logan’s the leader, Jordan seems to be the funny ladies’ man, and Christian must be the ass.

  “Girlfriend?!” Christian and Jordan both said simultaneously. I was thinking the same thing.

  “Wait…You mean to tell me you have a girlfriend. You’re committed completely?” Christian laughed it out, Jordan chuckling behind him.

  “Why is that so funny? I must be missing something.”

  “After Tara, he said he’d never be in a relationship with a woman again.” Christian spat it out, still chuckling.

  “I guess you lost that bet.” Jordan elbowed Christian, pushing him off the barstool.

  “You never said we were exclusive.” I finished my coffee, turning it to put it in the dishwasher, realizing my ass was still on full display. Shit, but they’d probably see my ass in my modeling campaigns anyway. A stinging sensation hit my ass, burning like wildfire.

  “What the hell?!” I snapped at him, slapping his ass.

  “Cover that perky little ass up.” He growled it out to me.

  “How the hell was I supposed to know your brothers were going to be here – who you didn’t tell me were coming! So, don’t slap my ass when it’s your fault I’m displaying my assets in the first place.” I walked over to his room, hearing him shout “angry sex!”

  “You’re fucking delusional, you’ll be lucky if you get laid this week at all!” I slammed the door behind me, going into the bathroom to take a hot, hot shower. I really needed to calm my tingling nerves and try to forget about the handprint on my ass.

  ***

  Logan

  “She got any sisters?” Jordan asked, chuckling his monkey ass off.

  “No, she doesn’t. And even if she did, I would not steer them in the way of your BDSM shit” Jordan chuckles at me, little does he know I’m serious.

  “I like her,” Christian added, grabbing a cup of coffee.

  “She put you in your place,” Jordan laughed, wiping tears away from his face.

  “I wish I could’ve taken a photo when she said you’d be lucky to get laid this week.” I smacked Christian on the head, walking towards my bedroom door.

  “Where you going? She is pissed at you.”

  “I’m going to take what’s mine. She’s lucky she got five minutes after that fit.”

  Brooklyn was in the shower, her hands lathering up her hair, slowly gliding over parts of her body. I removed my pants, stepping in behind her. “Let me do that for you.” I growled it next to her, she jumped, slipping. I took the opportunity to turn her around, flip her back against the wall, and press her body against it.

  “Oh God, that’s cold,” Brooklyn moaned.

  “I’ll warm you up,” I knelt down in front of her, pressing my tongue on her clit, lathering my fingers with her wetness. She was soaked.

  “You liked getting spanked? Didn’t you? You naughty girl.” I smacked her ass. “Tell me baby, tell me how much you liked it.”

  “I loved it,” she sighed, her hips rolling against my mouth.

  “So close already?” I slid two fingers into her wetness, her heat convulsing around them. She was still so tight. I circled my tongue on her clit, flicking the little nub up and down until she started to shake, telling me her orgasm was coming.

  “Mhmm, Oh, Logan,” she moaned, pressing her tight little pussy against my mouth. I bit on her clit, she screamed, her hands pulling at my hair.

  “Logan, please, please.”

  “Please what, precious?”

  “Please, fuck me, I need you, I need you inside me!” I slid my fingers out of her pussy, stood up, tugging on her nipples as I rose.

  “Logan, fuck me already.” I could tell she was starting to get impatient. I lifted her leg, pressing it against my hip, my cock right at her entrance. She moved her hips, trying to slide down.

  “Stay still or I won’t. I won’t do a damn thing.”

  “Logan, please, baby. I’m dying over here. You know I wouldn’t have lasted a week, I’m sorry, please baby, fuck me, make me see stars. I need you.” I smacked her ass hard, she groaned, not moving as I directed. I slid my length into her, her tight pussy gripping me like no other. She was molded for me, for my cock. I put my thumb over her clit, playing gently with the sensitive flesh. I moved my mouth to her neck, biting her skin. She moved her hands over me, I stopped.

  “I told you not to move,” I grunted against her neck, biting down hard against her flesh. I knew I was going to leave marks and bruises all over her.

  “I need to touch you,” she moaned. “Logan, please. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, please, baby.”

  I started to move, in and out, in and out, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her body was trembling beneath me, I increased the pace, rubbing against her G-spot.

  “Logan, I’m, I’m going to come soon!” She moaned against me. I squeezed her nipple with my free hand, her heat tightened around me, showing me just how close she was.

  “Come for me baby, go ahead.” I increased the pace of my thumb over her clit, gliding faster and faster over it. I met my lips over hers as she cried out, her orgasm lasted for minutes. I finally let myself come after I knew she was satisfied.

  “I love – the way you fuck me!” She paused in the middle, I knew what she was trying to say. I’m afraid to say the words to her too. She has every way to break me, to break my heart.

  “Precious?”

  “Mhmm?” She pressed her head against my chest. I slid out of her, carrying her out of the shower, drying her off with a towel.

  “Eyes to me.” She immediately met her eyes with mine, “Don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel, ever. I never want there to be unspoken words between us. Okay?” Because there could be a day where I might not come back home to her. I would never tell her that, but that’s the God’s honest truth.

  “O
kay,” she nodded, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Precious,” I held her against my body, my arms holding her so she couldn’t get away from my grip.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I love you.” She met her lips with mine, brushing them gently, standing on her tiptoes to try to reach me.

  I met half way, leaning over her. “Say it when you’re ready, nothing before. I don't want you to rush what you feel.”

  “Okay.”

  CHAPTER 13

  Brooklyn

  Logan told me that he loved me this morning, and I was having a hard time with that. We’d known each other for just a couple of months. In the back of my mind, I told myself it was too soon to be having any sort of feelings for him, especially feelings this deep and meaningful. People feel in different ways, on different timelines. Sometimes, it takes people months to say they love one another, but with others, it takes days, even weeks.

  It was too soon. Way too soon.

  But was it? Was it really too soon?

  Logan was…fire, he was electric, he made me doubt everything my mind was telling me.

  I thought I’d been in love before, hell, I thought I was in love with Bryce. But with Logan, it was so different, so much more different that I even doubted I was in love with Bryce, and we were together for years. Our relationship had been strong, but it had been based on so much less than the feelings we had for each other.

  Logan made it hard for me to think straight. When he was in the room I had to remind myself to breathe. I felt constantly on edge when I was around him. Yet, he made me feel so comfortable. There was no explaining the way he made me feel.

  It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

  “Where to, Miss Harper?” Reggie asked. I’d seen him hanging around Logan a bit, but now he was my own personal security. I found out that before working for Logan, he’d been in the military, and apparently, he was the best in the business.

  I was on my way to meet Alfred at Mason’s. Reggie followed me as we went all over the city this morning, prepping for the launch of my line next week. Even with Reggie’s size and stature, it was hard to tell he was tailing me. He was a brute of a man at six five, his broad shoulders and muscle stretched out to the end of his shirt. I thought he could give Logan a run for his money.

  But Alfred, I was dreading going to meet him. We hadn’t seen each other since our disagreement at the event a couple weeks ago, and I really wasn't looking forward to it. He’d called and texted me numerous times for the past week, but I wasn’t ready to talk to him. Alfred…I didn’t even know how to say how he hurt me. He was using Logan’s business relationship to persuade him to end things with me, because apparently, the feelings we held for one another didn't matter to Alfred. My happiness didn't matter to him.

  That hurt, it hurt me so deeply. I know Alfred thought he was doing the right thing for me. He thought that Logan would end up hurting me, but he wouldn’t. Logan has done nothing but protect me since the first night I met him. I didn’t know how Alfred was going to react to me, to what I had to say to him. That was part of the reason I chose for us to meet at Mason’s; it was neutral ground, and I could run if I had to.

  Reggie parked the car, helping me out, and walked me into Mason’s. He stayed a few feet behind me as I approached the bar. I ordered a peach street. I was going to need my courage for this conversation; it wasn’t going to be a good one, at least not if Alfred was stuck in his opinions.

  I sipped on my whiskey, letting the soft burning sensation slide down my throat. I was not a whiskey girl, unless I absolutely had to be.

  “Crumpet, let’s grab a table.” Alfred came up behind me, slipping my arm through his. I took ahold of my whiskey, following him to the secluded booth towards the back of the bar. I said nothing.

  We sat in the booth for a few minutes. He didn’t say much of anything to me, not even the apology that he knew I deserved. Alfred looked…smug; he wasn’t sorry. He didn’t care. He finally brought up work, “How’s your line coming along?”

  “Great, the launch is next Friday.” I knew my tone was cold, but didn’t I have that right? He was using this as a buffer so that I wouldn’t bring up the elephant in the room. I was going to, and he wouldn’t like what I had to say.

  “I was expecting an apology from you, if I’m being honest.” I took a sip of my whiskey, waiting for him to speak.

  He took a sip of his scotch. “I will not apologize for looking out for you. You don’t know Logan Steele, you don’t know a damn thing about him.” His tone was rough, sterile, and I thought my tone was cold.

  “I don’t know a damn thing about him? You’ve got to be joking, and you’re ‘looking out’ for me. Jesus Christ, Alfred. You – You’ve done one thing for me, something I will be grateful forever for, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me this way. I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”

  “You don’t understand the type of man he is, he is deadly, Brooklyn.” Logan, deadly? Yeah fucking right. He was being so ridiculous. I would laugh if I could.

  “Oh my God.” The rage went through me, making me see red. I didn’t know every part about Logan, but I did know him. I knew the type of man he was; he was not deadly.

  “I cannot believe you. You are doing everything that you can to get me to push you away. Dammit. I thought, hell – I thought that maybe we would be able to have a normal relationship, maybe, just maybe, this could work. Now, now I know this will never work. You won’t be happy until I give into what you want me to do, and read my fucking lips Alfred. I’m not leaving Logan. You can dislike him, hell, most fathers don’t like the men that their daughters date. I almost expect that of you, but what I don’t expect is for you to use your business relationship to try to hurt me, to try to take something good from my life.”

  “He isn’t good for you. You need to listen to me Brook, he-”

  “No! I do not need to fucking listen to you, you don’t get to say what’s right for me and what isn’t. You don’t have that right. I can’t believe you. I thought that you’d say some fucked up things to me, hell, I thought you would feel bad about the way you spoke to Logan and I a couple weeks ago, and instead, you’re here telling me that you don’t.”

  I downed the rest of my whiskey, sliding it back down on the table. “Let me make this clear for you. Logan is going to be in my life, and whether you accept that or not, is up to you. I’m not going to sit here and listen to your bullshit, I’m just done. I’m so fucking done. You know – I agreed to see you a few times a month because what you did for me. I thought that I owed you that much, but I don’t owe you a damn thing. You’re my father, you were supposed to be there for me…you were supposed to be there, and you weren’t…. You only came into my life when it was convenient for you. I’m done. Goodbye, Alfred.” I rose from the booth, walking towards the dining area.

  “Don’t you walk away from me.” He growled it out, yanking my arm back, but I pulled my arm out of his grip. “I will make all of it come back, everyone will know about your addiction. How do you think that would affect your makeup line?” He spat it out at me. Alfred was showing his true colors to me tonight.

  I wish I could’ve said that I didn’t expect it from him. I glanced around, noticing a couple of customers were paying attention to our conversation.

  “I don’t have anything to hide. If you think you’re going to shame me into keeping a relationship with you, then you’re mistaken. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had to go through.”

  I wasn’t. I’d come so far since my addiction. My past was a part of me, and I couldn’t change that. I could only embrace what happened, even though it had been hard, even though there were times where I felt like my world was crashing down. That time, all of that time, made me into the person I was today. It made me stronger.

  “Lad, you’d better let go of the little lady.” Mason came from behind me, holding a baseball bat in one hand.

  “It’s fine, Mason.
Alfred was just leaving.” Reggie was seated at the table to my left, assessing the situation, his hand on his hip, naturally ahold of his gun. You could cut the tension with a knife, his ice blue eyes staring right through me.

  “Logan Steele is not the man you think he is. I’m trying to save you some hurt, but learn your own way, then you’ll come running back to daddy.”

  “I’ve never had a daddy to come running to, you would know that, wouldn’t you?” I snapped it out. Alfred was infuriating me. He’d been in my life for only a couple short years, the most trying and difficult years of my entire life. There was a reason I’d never called him Dad, because he didn’t act like one. I knew he just had me in his life because I was his successor. I was his only child. Alfred Hamilton didn’t give a shit about me. It couldn’t be clearer.

  “You should leave.” It wasn’t Mason who spoke, instead, it was Christian. “You’re obviously upsetting her.” No shit, Sherlock.

  I dug through my purse, pulling out my car keys and the keycard to my apartment. “Here, take these. I don’t want anything from you, do you hear me? Anything.”

  Both of these were gifted to me from Alfred, things he said he wouldn’t take back from me. Now, I wasn’t giving him the choice.

  His eyes locked with mine, “I’m sorry Brook, I let my anger get the best of me.” Looking into his eyes I could tell his apology was sincere, but I couldn’t accept it, not yet. Not now. I didn't care to, after the way he had spoken to me.

  “No.” My voice cracked as I spoke. “Don’t. Just go. I – I can’t do this.” I felt the tears peaking at the corners of my eyes “Alfred, go. Please just… go.” He let go of my arm, scanning over me. He sighed and walked away.

  He walked away, and I slumped where I had stood, exhausted.

  It’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? Then, why did it hurt so much? Why did it…burn?

  Seeing my father walk away… he was one of two people that shared my blood. I was hurt, I was so hurt by what he said to me. He was trying to warn me off Logan, about what? What could Logan possibly be involved in that would classify as being deadly? I didn’t think Alfred was making it up, but I was happy. For the first time in years, I felt weightless. I felt…at peace.